1742] To Horace Mann
A NEW ODE.
TO A GREAT NUMBER OF GREAT MEN, NEWLY MADE.
Jam nova progenies, etc. By the author of The Cowntry Maid.
See, a new progeny descends From heav'n, of Britain's truest friends.
0 Muse, attend my call! To one of these direct my flight, Or, to be sure that we are right, Direct it to them all.
0 Clio ! these are golden times;
1 shall get money for my rhymes ; And thou no more go tatter'd;
Make haste then, lead the way, begin, For here are people just come in Who never yet were flatter'd.
But first to Cart'ret fain you'd sing; Indeed he's nearest to the King,
Yet careless how you use him: Give him, I beg, no labour'd lays ; He will but promise if you praise,
And laugh if you abuse him.
Then (but there's a vast space betwixt) The new-made Earl of Bath comes next,
Stiff in his popular pride: His step, his gait, describe the man ; They paint him better than I can,
Waddling from side to side.
Each hour a different face he wears, Now in a fury, now in tears, Now laughing, now in sorrow;